Tell Em Steve-Dave - #375.5: Go the F*ck to Sleep

Episode Date: June 7, 2018

Bry and Jsarge present the 2nd in a series of children’s stories

Go the fuck to sleep. By Adam Mann's buck. The cats nestle close to their kittens. The lambs have leaned down with the sheep. Your coos in warm in your bed, my dear. Please go the fuck to sleep. The windows are dark in the town, child. The whales huddle down in the deep.

I'll read you one very last book if you swear. You'll go the fuck to sleep. The eagles who soar through the sky are at rest and the creatures who crawl run in creep. I know you're not thirsty, that's bullshit. Stop lying. Lie the fuck down my darling. And sleep.

The wind whispers soft through the grass, huh? The field mice they make not a peep. It's been 38 minutes already. Jesus Christ, what the fuck go to sleep? All the kids from daycare are in dreamland. The froggy has made his last leap. Hell no, you can't go to the bathroom. You know where you can go?

A fuck to sleep. The owls fly forth from the tree tops. Through the air they soar and they sweep. A hot crimson rage fills my heart love. For real, shut the fuck up and sleep. Cubs in the lions are snoring. Rapped in a big snuggly heap. How come you can do all this other great shit, but you can't lie the fuck down and sleep? The foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy, foggy The tiger reclines in the simmering jungle. The sparrow has silenced her cheap. Walk your stuffed bear. I'm not getting you shit. Close your eyes.

Cut the crap. Sleep. The flowers doze low in the meadows and high on the mountain so steep. My life is a failure. My shitty ass parent. Stop fucking with me, please. Sleep. The giant pangolins of Madagascar are snoozing Machity has pern. Stop fucking with me please. And sleep.

The giant pangolins of Madagascar are snoozing, as I lie here and openly weep. Sure fine, whatever, I'll bring you some milk. Who the fuck cares, you're not gonna sleep? This room is all I can remember. The furniture, crappy and cheap. You win, you escape, you run down the hall as I nod the fuck off and sleep. Blurian days I wake him to find your eyes shut so I keep my fingers crossed tight as I tip to away and pray that you're fucking asleep. We're finally watching our movie. Popcorn's in the microwave. Oh shit, goddammit, you gotta be kidding.

Eh? Eh, how about you? Come on, go with a fuckback to sleep. you